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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.