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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.