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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.