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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.