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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.