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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Gong,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.