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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Television,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.