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 Burundi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.