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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
UT,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.