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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
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.