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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.