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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.