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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monks to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.