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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.