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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.