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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Nico,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.