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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
The Monks,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.