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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Wings,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Inner City,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.