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 Cambodia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.