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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.