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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.