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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
UT,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
MC5,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.