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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Magma,
June Days,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.