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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.