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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 MC5 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.