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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.