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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.