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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club 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 Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
the Slits,
Echospace,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.