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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.