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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.