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 Djibouti and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.