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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.