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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Josef K,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.