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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.