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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.