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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Wings,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.