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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.