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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Techniques 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.