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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
New Order,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.