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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
PIL,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.