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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.