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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.