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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Soft Machine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.