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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Pole,
cv313,
Make Up,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.