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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.