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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
PIL,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.