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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cybotron 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.