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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Gong,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.