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 Samoa and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.