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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.