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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.