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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.