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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 sitar 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
MC5,
Fear,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.