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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Gong,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.