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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.