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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 AZ to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
MC5,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.