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 Tonga and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.