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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nico to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.