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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.