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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.