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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
the Association,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.