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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
a-ha,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
June of 44,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.