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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
The Wake,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Faust,
Index,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.