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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.