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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.