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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.