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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.