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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.