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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Roxette,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.