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 Thailand and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.