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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.