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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.