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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.