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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.