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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.