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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slackers to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Technova,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.