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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 PIL 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.