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 Estonia and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Can to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Organ,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.