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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.