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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.