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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.