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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Organ,
The Gories,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.