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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
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 Fifty Foot Hose 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.