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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.