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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.