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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.