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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.