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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.