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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Count Five,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.