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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 B.T. Express to the funk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.