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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.