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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.