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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.