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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.