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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.