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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 The Invisible to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.