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 Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.