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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.