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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.