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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.