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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.