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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.