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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Franke,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.