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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
CMW,
Make Up,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The 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.