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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Cybotron,
MC5,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.