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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.