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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.