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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.