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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.