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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.