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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.