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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.