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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.