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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.