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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.