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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.