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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
ABC,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.