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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Magma,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.