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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.