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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.