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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.