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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Organ,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.