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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.