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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.