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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.