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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Godley & Creme 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.