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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Durutti Column to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.