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 Romania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.