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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.