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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.