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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Kayak,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.