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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.