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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.