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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.