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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.