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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.