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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
John Cale,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.