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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.