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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.