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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.