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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Scion,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.