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 Taiwan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Index,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.