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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.