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 Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.