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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.