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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.