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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Television,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.