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 Seychelles and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
AZ,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.