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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.