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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
AZ,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.