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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
EPMD,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.