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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.