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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The Names to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Pole,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.