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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.