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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Moleskins to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.