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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
The Index,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.