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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.