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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Faust,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.