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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.