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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 Lou Reed 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.