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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 World's Most to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.