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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.