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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.