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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Hashim,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.