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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.