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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.