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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.