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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Pole,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.