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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.