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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Organ,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.