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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.