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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.