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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grass Roots to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.