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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.