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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Slackers to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.