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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.