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 Grenada 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.