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 Palau and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Can,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.