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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
CMW,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.