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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.