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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.