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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.