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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.