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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.