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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.