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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
ABC,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.