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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Magma,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.