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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.