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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Grauzone 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.