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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.