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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.