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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.