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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Josef K,
UT,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.