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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
the Germs,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.