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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Crooked Eye 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.