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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.