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 Albania and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.