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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fear to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.