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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mummies to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.