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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Fugs to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.