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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Magma,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.