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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.