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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.