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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.