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 Maldives 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.