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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Maurizio to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Nas,
UT,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.