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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Yellowson,
Wire,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.