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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.