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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.