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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
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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.