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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Kinks,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.