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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.