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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.