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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.