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 Indonesia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.