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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.