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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.