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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.