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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.