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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Shoche to the techno 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.