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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.