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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
MDC,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.