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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life 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.