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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.