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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.