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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.