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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.