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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.