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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.