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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.