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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.