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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Remains 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 rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.