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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.