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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.