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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Index,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.