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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.