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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.