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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.