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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.