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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.