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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.