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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.