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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.