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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.