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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.