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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
The Names,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.