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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.