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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.