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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.