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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Fuzztones to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Pole,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Franke,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.