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 Greece and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.