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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
New Order,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.