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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.