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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.