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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
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.