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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jandek to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.