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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.