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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 linndrum 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.