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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.