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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.