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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.