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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
UT,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Wire,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.