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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.