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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.