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 China 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.