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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.