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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.