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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.