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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.