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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.