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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.