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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Japan,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.