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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.