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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Wire,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.