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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.