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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.