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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.