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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Yaz,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.