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 South Sudan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.