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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.