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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Wire,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.