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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.