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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Erasure to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.