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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.