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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.