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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Quantec,
Inner City,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Faust,
DNA,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.