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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.