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 Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Pole,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.