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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.