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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.