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 Liechtenstein and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.