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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.