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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.