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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Can to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Skriet,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.