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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
10cc,
the Association,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.