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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.