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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.