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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 World's Most to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.