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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.