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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.