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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.