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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.