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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.