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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.