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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.