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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.