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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Kayak,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.