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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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?
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.