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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.