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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.