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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.