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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Television,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.