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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.