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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.