Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Mandrill,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.