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 Jamaica 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.