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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.