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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.