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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.