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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.