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 Mexico and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.