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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.