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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Shoche,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.