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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.