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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
John Holt,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.