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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Skarface 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.