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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swans 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.