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 Tanzania 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.