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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Index,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
X-101,
This Heat,
Flipper,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
the Normal,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.