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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Slave,
DJ Style,
PIL,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.