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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.