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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Wings,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Japan,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.