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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.