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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.