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 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.