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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Can,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.