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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nirvana to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Darondo,
Q65,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.