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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.