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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.