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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.