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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.