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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
X-101,
The Human League,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.