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 Italy 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.