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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Erasure,
The Associates,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
New Order,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.