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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
EPMD,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.