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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.