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 East Timor and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.