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 Netherlands and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.