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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.