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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Hashim,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Can,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.