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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Television,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.