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 Ecuador 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.