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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.