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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.