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 Barbados 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.