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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 PIL to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.