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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.