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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Ludus,
World's Most,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
UT,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.