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 Panama and from London.
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 Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Swans,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.