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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trojans to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.