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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.