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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.