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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.