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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.