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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma 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?
Sparks,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.