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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.