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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 ABBA 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
X-101,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.