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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.