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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.