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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Names,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.