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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Japan,
The Gories,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
MDC,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Yazoo,
UT,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.