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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
DNA,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.