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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.