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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.