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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.