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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.