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 Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.