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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Pagans,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.