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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.