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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.