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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Crime,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.