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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.