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 Morocco and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Dual Sessions to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Qualms,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Crime,
John Cale,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.