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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.