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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.