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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.