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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.