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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.