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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.