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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Saints to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.