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 Ethiopia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
The Names,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.