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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 The Cowsills 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
MC5,
Qualms,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.