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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.