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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.