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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.