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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.