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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.