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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.