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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.