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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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?
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Interpol,
MDC,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.