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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.