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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.