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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Zapp,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Erasure,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.