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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.