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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.