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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.