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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.