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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.