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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
UT,
Ronan,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.