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 Namibia and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.