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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Jandek,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.