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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Ituana to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.