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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.