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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.