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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.