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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 David McCallum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.