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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.