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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.