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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.