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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.