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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
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.