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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.