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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.