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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.