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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.