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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.