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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
ABC,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.