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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.