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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.