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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.