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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.