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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Index,
Hashim,
The Cure,
cv313,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
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.