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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Skaos 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.