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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.