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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.