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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.