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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.