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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.