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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.