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 South Africa 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 MC5 to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.