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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.