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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.