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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.