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 Germany 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.