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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.