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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.