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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.