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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.