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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Scion,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.