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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.