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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.