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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Fear,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.