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 Bhutan 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.