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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.