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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.