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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.