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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.