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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Wings,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
The Sound,
the Association,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.