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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.