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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.