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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.