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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Prince Buster,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.