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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.