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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.