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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
The Index,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.