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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.