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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
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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.