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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.