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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Music Machine,
UT,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.