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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.