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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Index,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.