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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 John Coltrane 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Nas,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.