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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.