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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.