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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.