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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.