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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Visage,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.