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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.