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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.