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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.