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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.