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 Moldova and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.