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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
the Swans,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.