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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.