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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Can to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.