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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.