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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Scion,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
The Wake,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Magma,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.