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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Monks,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.