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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
10cc,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.