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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.