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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.