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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.