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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.