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 France and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.