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 Belarus 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Procol Harum 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Index,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.