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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.