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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Faust,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.