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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.