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 Monaco and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.