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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 This Heat to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
the Slits,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.