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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.