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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Donald Byrd 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Organ,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.