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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.