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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.