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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Swans to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Flipper,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.