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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Shoche to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.