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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ossler to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.