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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.