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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Magazine,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Darondo,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.