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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.