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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.