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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.